The Midnight Game Rules Novels & Stories

“You cannot leave the ring, jump, or roll out until the fight is over. Once your feet touch the ground outside of this ring, there will be a sound, and you’ll be shot in the head. Once shot, your opponent wins.” Great! They seem to have upgraded after my last fight of running out of the ring three times. Special treatment and a new rule just because of me, I feel honored. “You have 10 minutes, once it’s 10minutes and 1 second without someone dead, you both die. Whoever is left standing before the 10minutes would be given the antidote. Your time starts now.” My opponent walks in through a second door, bending his body to fit through the door. There are four doors leading to this ring. I walke

“Then catch her first. I can’t help that the rules state she is fair game. Right now, at this moment, it can’t be changed. If you can’t play by the rules, then you’ll have to sit out and lose her.” Kalina glances around nervously before leaning closer to Diego, whispering something in his ear. Whatever she says causes him to look at her and then take her hand in his as he whispers something back. “Prepare the mating chase,” I say, glancing over my shoulder at the few I designated as betas. “Single males are to wait at the edge of the woods and allow the females to have a head start. Tonight, we chase and claim to our heart’s content.” Right as I turn to leave, Diego shouts and starts causing

“This is it? I thought I would get a challenge.” I stiffened. Lucas’s voice cut through. “The rules are simple. No claws, no shifts. First to knock the other unconscious or force the other to yield wins.” I swallowed hard. “Got it,” Drew said lazily. He didn’t even look at me when he spoke. Lucas turned to me. “Ready?” No. I said in my head. “Yeah,” I forced out. Drew gave a mocking half-bow. “Try to keep up, princess.”

Suman chuckled softly “You are smart! If I win, I get a proper candlelight dinner date and we meet here again next week, to compete until you win me” “If I win?” “You decide…” she pulled her lower lips between her teeth with a slight frown, calculating her steps which are unknowingly stirring Suman, opposite her. “You should stop contacting me in anyways” she is asking too much, the exact opposite of this meet-up. Suman gave it a thought and nodded in agreement. “Do I get to set 1 rule?” Suman was not expecting this and looked up at her with doubt. “Go ahead” “No alteration of rules in the mid of the game” seems like a petty condition that his convoy of subordinance broke into light chuckles

He glanced at his friends, who were starting to look more interested. "Fine," The little boy finally relented, crossing his arms. "But it better be fun." I beamed, feeling a surge of relief and determination. "I promise it will be. Now, before we start, let me explain the rules," I said, holding up my hands for silence. The chattering ceased, and they all turned their attention to me. "You have until the sun reaches its highest point in the sky to catch as many greys as you can. Whoever catches the most wins the competition. Remember, it's not just about quantity but also quality. Larger game counts for more points. We'll meet back here at noon to see who the winner is. Does everyone underst

A large number of people staring up at him with the kind of silence that comes right before something terrible. "The game is called Takeout," he mentioned. "The rules are simple. You have ten minutes to kill as many players as possible. For every player you eliminate, you receive five of their lives to carry into future rounds." He tilted his head slightly. "Protect yourself or don't….That is entirely up to you." Nobody moved. "Guards." The doors above the platform opened. Crates dropped from the ceiling on thick cables and hit the floor with a sound like cannon fire, splitting open on impact. Guns, knives, batons, and rope spilled out across the black tile in every direction.

Willie felt that he was being crushed in all directions. He had a feeling that he was coming to the next world to make up the numbers. Bowman thought for a moment and said, “One more thing. This game is a total of 15 minutes. If they don’t break the rules and don’t use any props, they will definitely die. That’s why it’s called a game that must break the rules.”

“Addison?” Maya’s voiced interrupted the chatter. “Are you in? Everyone’s chosen but you.” Without thinking of the consequences of the game, “Of course, I’m in.” I slurred, the effect of the weed visible in my tone. The rules were simple —When the bottle is spun and stops, the person the base/tail points to holds all the power and decides for the person the neck/head points to either answer the nastiest, most embarrassing truth question or dare them to scissor whoever you want until one of them orgasms or taps out.

At the same time, the person with the highest number of points can ask the person with the lowest number of points a question, or ask the person to complete a specified action or event. “There are three of us. What if we get to the midpoint?” Leander added with a smile: “Baby, you should feel lucky. There's no penalty for the midpoint.” I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't tell them that I was a gaming black hole, and that I was often the one to be punished for playing the game. Suddenly, I thought of something. “Can I put on two more clothes before the game?” Leander, hold me down. “No. Now, let the game begin!”

It wasn’t like she had anything to lose, she could just make up stories. "There are rules to this game though," he glanced at her, her face had morphed into a slight frown when he had mentioned 'rules'. "if we’re let's say sitting together in the cafeteria and one of us stands up to get something, once you get back, we pick up where the turn left." "anytime we get out of each other's sight, the game renews and continues where we left it off. Got it?" Now that would just make the game more tedious. Leigh thought but agreed to it anyway.